A South Wales miners story from the 1950s.
Three retired Welsh miners sitting on park bench discussing how they would like to end their days,
The youngest of the trio, a mere 70 years old, said, "well, I've been watching these young fellers driving around in fast cars and I think I'd choose to get into one, drive through the village at 50 - 60 - 70 miles per hour, right through and out the other side, off the road and into a tree - that's the way I'd like to go".
The second, aged 75, thought a minute and finally said, "Well, I've been reading about these here Sputniks - I think that's how I'd like to finish my days; up into the air, one hundred miles, two hundred, three hundred, then up among the stars - that's where I'd like to end it all".
THere was total silence for a few minutes, then one of them torned to the eldest, just coming up to 90, "You're very quiet David; how would you like to go?"
"Well boys", he said, I have to say I'm very disappointed with your lack of ambition".
"What do you mean - how would you like to end your days?"
"I'd like to be shot by a jealous husband".
Jim Carroll